"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"This... how is this possible? Under the power of our king's body, this boy was only slightly injured? Is his cultivation really only the level of the Emperor's perfection?"
"This kid must be hiding his cultivation, otherwise he wouldn't be so strong!"
"Who is this kid? What is his purpose in entering this place!"
"This kid has admitted that he is the one who started the conflict between our Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the Sword Dragon Clan. What is his purpose? Even if it is for Xiyan Shenhua, there is no need to do this!"
"Our king has been injured by this kid again. If we continue, our king will not be able to fight against this kid!"
…
At this moment, the countless disciples of the three-headed tiger clan suddenly started making a noise.
They looked at Mo Wentian with a bit of shock in their eyes.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that with Mo Wentian's perfect cultivation as the Emperor, he could actually fight against a strong man at the peak of the Emperor of Heaven, and even win.
Thinking like this, the countless disciples of the three-headed tiger clan couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Boy, you have a pretty good physique too!"
"Despite my physical strength, I was only slightly injured!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Yuan Hu's figure flashed, standing proudly in the void, looking at Mo Wentian, and shouted coldly.
That's what he said, but in fact, Yuan Hu's heart was no longer calm.
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore!"
"This emperor gives you a chance. Those who want to kill me have only two choices, surrender to me or die!"
Looking at Yuan Hu, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with a cold light and he said coldly.
Mo Wentian was like the aloof king, and his words were not allowed to be criticized at all.
"Surrender or die?"
"Boy, you are really arrogant. With my cultivation at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor, it would be extremely easy for me to kill you!"
"You still want me to surrender to you, it's so ridiculous!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Yuan Hu laughed wildly.
It was as if he had heard something funny and couldn't stop.
"Submit? This boy actually said that our king should surrender?"
"Although this boy's strength is not bad, if he wants our king to surrender, he must at least be a strong man who has reached the perfection of the Emperor of Heaven. This boy, who is only in the realm of the Emperor's perfection, actually wants our king to surrender?"
“I really don’t know where this kid got the courage to speak like this!”
"I think this kid is just a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers. It's just that he is in our three-headed tiger tribe today. He can't even think of leaving!"
"Yes, this kid is so arrogant and has completely angered our king. The king will definitely kill him!"
…
Hearing Yuan Hu's words, the countless disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan exploded in an instant.
In their opinion, although Mo Wentian's strength was good, he could not be Yuan Hu's opponent.
And Mo Wentian's arrogant talk of asking Yuan Hu to surrender seemed like a joke to them.
But what they didn't know was that Mo Wentian really meant what he said.
"It's so easy to kill me?"
"Ant, don't you think this is ridiculous?"
"You have fought with me twice, but have you killed me?"
"It seems that this emperor only suffered minor injuries, but you lost an arm, right?"
But at this moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, standing proudly in the void, looking at Yuan Hu, with a look of contempt on his face.
This Yuan Hu is really ridiculous. Mo Wentian can be sure that in this second collision, Yuan Hu has used his full strength, but it only caused him slight injuries.
What's more, Mo Wentian's soul and spiritual consciousness have been expanded, and it has been detected that Yuan Hu's soul is only a thousand feet long.
Although the difference between his thousand-foot-long soul and his twelve-hundred-foot soul was only two hundred feet, Mo Wentian was extremely confident and it would be easy to suppress Yuan Hu with his soul.
Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
"Boy, you..."
It would have been better if Mo Wentian didn't say this, but as soon as Mo Wentian said this, Yuan Hu was about to explode with anger.
Mo Wentian cut off his arm, but he still dared to say it so openly. Mo Wentian was simply arrogant.
But at this moment, Yuan Hu was left speechless by Mo Wenqiang.
At this moment, Yuan Hu only felt extremely humiliated.
"How is this emperor?"
Seeing Yuan Hu's furious look, Mo Wentian curled up his lips slightly, raised an evil smile, and asked deliberately.
"Boy, I'm going to kill you!"
"I am going to kill you!"
The sound of cold drink sounded.
Yuan Hu's figure flashed and disappeared.
When he reappeared, Yuan Hu's figure had appeared in the void.
At this moment, Yuan Hu's figure has grown to the size of a thousand feet. The characteristics of the three-headed tiger tribe of Yuan Hu, who is as big as a thousand feet, are extremely obvious.
The three heads and three pairs of big eyes looked straight at Mo Wentian, with no concealment of the murderous intent in their eyes.
If it is said that looks can kill, at this moment, Mo Wentian has been killed by Yuan Hu countless times.
"kill me?"
"So what if you transform into your original form?"
"I have told you long ago that you will not be my opponent!"
Seeing Yuan Hu transform into his original form, there was no fluctuation in Mo Wentian's eyes at all.
It looked like he had known for a long time that Yuan Hu would transform into his original form.
In fact, no matter what Yuan Hu's incarnation looks like, his soul is still only a thousand feet long.
As long as his soul is only a thousand feet long, this will have no impact on Mo Wentian at all.
"Won't he be your opponent?"
"Boy, watch how I eat you alive!"
"No, I will tear you into pieces and swallow you piece by piece so that not even your soul can escape!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the murderous intent in Yuan Hu's eyes became more and more wanton.
At the same time, the aura on Yuan Hu's body increased rapidly.
"Yeah?"
"But this emperor's soul is not something that ants like you can capture!"
"No, I'm afraid, if you see the emperor's soul, you will be so scared that your legs will weaken!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and the curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.
"Seeing your spirit will make your legs weak from fear?"
"Boy, I have to say, your mouth is very powerful!"
"I hope your soul will be as powerful as your mouth, otherwise, you will disappoint me!"
Hearing this, Yuan Hu laughed wantonly and evilly.
In Yuan Hu's view, Mo Wentian was just arrogant with his words. As for Mo Wentian's soul, it was impossible to be stronger than him.
Mo Wentian was able to chop off his arm, but it was just a fluke.
As for Mo Wentian's true strength, it is impossible for him to be his opponent.
As for the soul, Mo Wentian's soul couldn't possibly be stronger than his, let alone scare him into weakness.
"Soul!"
"Suppression!"
Mo Wentian paid no attention to Yuan Hu's evil smile.
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian directly unfolded his soul.
Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, his soul spread out and shrouded directly towards Yuan Hu's soul.
Mo Wentian's terrifying soul power was attacking Yuan Hu.
"No… "
"You...how is it possible that your soul reaches a height of 1,200 feet?"
"You... your cultivation, no... isn't it just the Emperor's perfection?"
And at the moment when Mo Wentian's soul shrouded Yuan Hu, Yuan Hu looked at Mo Wentian with disbelief in his eyes.
His body was trembling even more at this moment.